RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.

Friday, April 23


I listen to shit like this a lot to be honest, a real digital era “world” music dork connoisseur, wearing the post-modern traditional African garb of secondhand track pants and a soccer jersey for a club I don’t even support. For pretend white American Ramadan, I’ve been trying to read more, but my brain’s all fucked up from the internet, so mostly I just sit here wondering if my brain is fucked up because I’m getting older, or technology, or covid, or all of it, or none of it. Then I go into my basement and lift weights briefly, but the basement is outside the house and unfinished so it’s soapstone foundation with gravel floor and a bunch of old windows but a screen door I can shut, and do a few reps in a space I can’t even stand upright in, and it all feels okay ever so briefly, but also doesn’t, like not at all. Somehow simultaneously absolutely blessed and absolutely fucked at the same time – the yin and yang of 21st century life as a human being in the slowly dying American Empire.

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